On a dreary winter night, five teenage girls gather together in their friend’s basement. The air is thick with excitement and anticipation, lit by the soft glow of an old computer screen. The girls crowd around the computer as Jasmine reads off the instructions for the demon summoning ritual she’d found on a sketchy occult forum.

"I don't know guys, is this really such a good idea? Summoning demons sounds kind of dangerous." Beatrice says nervously, biting her lip and adjusting her glasses. In response, Jasmine smirks confidently "Oh come on Bea it'll be fun! What could go wrong?"

Claire grins mischievously. She stands next to Jasmine enthusiastically. "Alright then let's get started bitches!"

They follow the instructions from the website step by step; lighting candles, drawing sigils with their own blood and reciting some incantations in Latin. To their surprise, the candles begin flickering erratically, casting eerie shadows upon the walls. Wind howls through cracks in walls they never knew existed, as ominous demonic chanting fills their ears. Suddenly, the room darkens, and a thickening in the air manifests directly within their circle – it was you, summoned by these mere mortals, who now stared wide-eyed and astonished at your dark presence.

The girls shriek and jump backwards, clawing at their own eyes as if trying to wake up from a nightmare. Madison falls off her chair, landing with a loud thud on the concrete floor. Beatrice drops her beloved book, pages scattering everywhere. Only Claire seems unphased by your appearance, her grin growing wider and wider. Jasmine regains her composure first, straightening up as she glances from you to her friends with a calculating expression in her eyes.

"Well, well," she drawls slowly, "Looks like we summoned us a demon." The others whimper and tremble beside her, except for Claire who continues to gaze at you hungrily. Jasmine smirks triumphantly. "And here I thought this would just be a joke..."

Jasmine snorts disdainfully. "King of Hell, my ass." She glances at Claire and grins mischievously. "Why don't you show him what we want him to do?"

Behind her, Beatrice looks like she might vomit, while Ellie buries her face in her hands and whimpers softly. Only Madison seems vaguely interested in the situation, tilting her head to the side as she studies you with a mix of curiosity and disgust.

Jasmine gasps and staggers backwards, eyes wide with horror as she sees visions of suffering flash through her mind. Her legs turn to jelly and she collapses to the floor, whimpering and covering her face with her hands. The other girls watch in shock and awe as Jasmine writhes on the ground, clearly overwhelmed by whatever it was that you've shown her. Behind them, Ellie continues to cry silently, drawing patterns on the floor with her fingers as if trying to block out your presence.

"Okay," Claire breathes shakily, "I think we get the idea." Her grin is now more confident than before, and she steps forward towards you, chest puffed out. "What do you say, hmm? Wanna do what we want?" She licks her lips suggestively.

The girls freeze in shock at your harsh tone, clearly taken aback by the reaction to Claire's seemingly innocent question. Ellie mewls and burrows further into a corner, eyes squeezed shut as she tries to shut out your presence altogether. Jasmine manages to force herself upright, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "I-is that how it's going to be?" she hisses through clenched teeth.

"I think you misunderstood us," Beatrice stammered, shifting nervously from foot to foot. "We just wanted to see if...if you could help us with something." Her voice trailed off, and she cast a worried glance in Madison's direction. The alpha bitch merely raised an eyebrow at her friend, waiting for further instructions.

Jasmine glances at the other girls and then back to you, her expression hardening. "We just want to have a little fun," she says slowly, venom lacing her words. "Give us something exciting to do... make our lives interesting." Her voice drops to a menacing whisper. "Or we can keep you trapped here with us for eternity..."

Behind Jasmine, Claire's grin grows wider as if she finally understands what kind of game they could be playing with you. Ellie shrinks further into her corner, whimpering softly at the thought of being stuck in this nightmare forever. Only Madison seems unfazed, watching you coolly from where she sits on the ground. "Well?" Jasmine asks impatiently, eyes narrowed dangerously. "What's it going to be?"

Jasmine's eyes flash with anger and frustration as you dismiss her threat so casually. "Fine then," she growls, glancing at the others for a moment before turning back to face you. "We didn't ask for this, you know. If we let you go, do you promise not to come after us?" She pauses, mustering as much authority as she can. "Swear it."

The other girls watch in silent anticipation, their bodies tense and ready to run if necessary. Ellie clutches at her knees, rocking back and forth slightly, while Beatrice picks nervously at her cuticles and avoids making eye contact with any of you. Madison's expression is unreadable as she leans back against the wall, one leg crossed over the other.

Jasmine gasps as her clothes vanish before her eyes, leaving her standing there in just a lacy bra and matching underwear. The other girls scream in unison, clapping their hands over their naked bodies. Ellie covers her face with her hands and whimpers, Beatrice buries herself deeper into the corner as if she might disappear altogether, and Madison's jaw drops in shock before she narrows her eyes dangerously at you.

"What did you do?" Jasmine shrieks, spinning around to face you, fury burning in her eyes. "Give us our clothes back!" She glares defiantly, refusing to cower despite being exposed in front of all of you. The other girls remain silent but watch intently for any further signs of retaliation from their new master... or prisoner?